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A Deflated Rapture



Three more U.S. service members were killed in Iraq, making June the deadliest month for American troops in combat since 2008. A total of 14 troops have been killed in combat this month, and another service member died in a noncombat-related incident. This was the highest number of combat deaths since June 2008, when 23 U.S. service members were killed.

Flesh falls away from peace with the squall of time. One, two, three, fourteen, twenty-three, blown to bits by the windswept assassination, relentless lips deflated of a full rapture as Love’s unbolted from her cheerful hymn.

Why insist on fumbling the original pledge? Enough guts to brave the world’s teeth that gnash away at happiness? The fine powder of industry hurling gutters of deliberation amid such noisy gloom stating the time is ripe to end the birthing pangs.

Recognize the affinity to Love’s waiting course, let beasts smile upon it, the well dug trench, and climb out of the ocean of Love that's flooded with a grave midnight. Love is meant to blossom, to respire and grow, not wilt, but bloom like the flowers within an unlocked mind.

Bones clank away from peace with the knock of last rites. One, two, three, fourteen, twenty-three, lopped off by the failing of the sword, a sprint to the finish with the dull courage of hate, with disbelief and murder streaming across scorched and broken lips.

© 2011 by mark prime

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